Quotes About Nostalgia

Beneath Sadie's eyes were barely perceptible crescents, but then, she'd had these as a kid too. Still, he felt she seemed tired. Sam looked at Sadie, and he thought, This is what time travel is. It's looking at a person, and seeing them in the present and the past, concurrently. And that mode of transport only worked with those one had known a significant time.

She could feel herself forgetting all the details of Marx---the sound of his voice, the feeling of his fingers and the way they gestured, his precise temperature, his scent on clothing, the way he looked walking away, or running up a flight of stairs. Eventually, Sadie imagined that Marx would be reduced to a single image: just a man standing under a torii gate, holding his hat in his hands, waiting for her.

A nostalgia for something that had never been? An envy at their intimacy? She wondered what it would have been like if Sam had been her lover.

At a certain age—in Sadie's case, thirty-four—there comes a time when life largely consists of having meals with old friends who are passing through town.

Friendship," Marx said, "is kind of like having a Tamagotchi." Tamagotchis, the digital pet keychains, were everywhere that year.

We had been there about four days when she said, "It feels like last year was a dream," she said. "It feels like I had a fever, and the fever has finally broken." "I'm glad," I said. "Still," she said, "sometimes I miss the fever.

Like Sam, I once lived in a house up a hill from the Happy Foot Sad Foot sign. The Happy Foot Sad Foot sign was taken down in 2019, but I am told you can still find its remains in a gift shop somewhere in Silver Lake.

I don't mind," Sam said. "I think you love pizza more than I do anyway." "When I was a kid." Sadie made a face at him. "You sure you don't mind?" "I mean, I mind

Gabrielle Zevin's Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, a novel steeped in nostalgia and innovation that follows three friends as they come of age in the world of video games, creating stories and worlds that enhance, redefine, and preserve their rich bonds while attempting to defy the limits of mortality.

Tess of the d'Urbervilles, Johnny Got His Gun, A Farewell to Arms, A Prayer for Owen Meany, some years Wuthering Heights, Silas Marner, Their Eyes Were Watching God, or I Capture the Castle. Those books are like old friends. "When

Gabrielle Zevin

There is no Allison Springs, Maine, but I can attest to the reality of Boca Raton, Florida: I grew up there.

Tess of the d'Urbervilles, Johnny Got His Gun, A Farewell to Arms, A Prayer for Owen Meany, some years Wuthering Heights, Silas Marner, Their Eyes Were Watching God, or I Capture the Castle. Those books are like old friends.

What is so great about the times?" A.J. has often reflected that, bit by bit, all the best things in the world are being carved away like fat from meat. First, it had been the record stores, and then the video stores, and then newspapers and magazines, and now even the big chain bookstores were disappearing everywhere you looked. From his point of view, the only thing worse than a world with big chain bookstores was a world with NO big chain bookstores.

Then there are the books I teach every year: Tess of the d'Urbervilles, Johnny Got His Gun, A Farewell to Arms, A Prayer for Owen Meany, some years Wuthering Heights, Silas Marner, Their Eyes Were Watching God, or I Capture the Castle. Those books are like old friends.

A woman. She liked this band called The Cure, and she thought it would be cool if she pierced my ear." Maya thinks about this. "Did you have a parrot?" "I didn't. I had a girlfriend." "Could the parrot talk?" "No, because there wasn't a parrot." She tries to trick him. "What was the parrot's name?" "There wasn't a parrot." "But if there was one, what would his name have been?

I was in my early forties, at an age when the view from the hill can be clear and poignant both. The imagined vistas have become realized paths, and I think you may live in the present during those years more than any time since childhood.

Nobody gets to grow old in the America they grew up in.

Then he laughed, his typical laugh. Making me wish i had ten more such anectodes stashed away to keep him standing there, holding onto me and laughing.

He was cocky. It would have been easy not to like him. But he was also kind, and that excused much. Kind, and...a little bit sad, somehow. I didn't understand that about him back then. But we were just kids.

When the water boiled, Michiko poured it into the pot of green leaves and we both waited in the thick silence. I felt strangely calmed by this simple ritual I had seen my mother do many hundred times before. It was all that seemed to make sense in this place and I held on to it as if I were drowning.

But these things are past and gone.

I come out of the home for the aged, get on my bicycle, and think to myself that even if there is a communal grave it will in future not be of archaeological significance. Nevertheless, I have finally visited my deceased maternal grandmother who once bought me a spinning top.

You've lived in the city for a long time and need to feel that you have a hometown.